It was while she was having breakfast one morning, still in her robe and her hair in a towel, when she saw the ad in her local paper.
It read: ‘Wanted: female model for art class. Top rates paid.’
‘That looks interesting,’ she thought, as she nibbled her toast. There was a number at the bottom; it was a mobile and she gave it a ring.
“Hello, yes. Is that the number for the art class thing?”
She was answered by a rather posh-sounding lady, who introduced herself as Maggie and explained that her class were specializing in still life and live art. They had gone through the obligatory bowls of fruit and random objects and had now progressed to people.
“What would I have to do?” asked Katie.
“Well, we want someone who’s happy doing nude poses, is that OK?”
“Oh! I guess. It’s guys and girls in the class I suppose?”
“No, just women. It’s mainly young housewives. The local authority subsidizes the course. We have a male model though.”
“Right. Would I be working with him or alone?”
“Well, he’s done a couple of sessions, so I was thinking of introducing two models, if that’s OK with you?”
Katie thought for a minute. Being nude with another guy was a bit of a challenge. But she needed the money.
“You still there?” asked Maggie.
“Yes. I was just… no that will be fine.”
Katie hung up, and instantly wondered if she had done the right thing. She had arranged to turn up a couple of days later. Maggie didn’t ask about her figure. Katie guessed it didn’t matter, although she kept herself in shape power walking and with light weights in the gym. Her 34C boobs and pert, bubble butt would at least give the girls something to work with, she mused to herself. She had responded to the ad with the assumption that she would be working alone. Discovering she would be posing with a nude guy had been a bit of a swerve ball. She half thought about ringing up and backing out, but that would be daft, especially as she needed the pennies. She told herself that nothing could go wrong and put any concerns to the back of her mind.
It was on the Thursday and Katie went to the community centre straight from the fire station, where she had just completed a watch. It had been quiet, and she had assisted the guys while they attended a minor blaze in a little out house. Sometimes it was like that, sitting around doing crosswords or reading all the regulations she had to learn for her exam. Katie arrived, still wearing her dark blue uniform. As she climbed the stairs to the first floor, she heard the brisk tread of another. She looked round to see a young guy behind her, taking the stairs two at a time.
“Someone’s in a hurry.”
“Oh, I always do that. Ummm… are you here for the art class?”
Katie knew instantly, that he was her fellow model. He had a fresh face and couldn’t have been more than eighteen, with short-cropped hair and neatly tendered sideburns.
“Yes, I…” Katie began.
“Oh, you’re the youngest one then. They’re all like thirty somethings.”
“I was going to say, yes. But I’m not painting. Hasn’t Maggie told you?”
The young guy held the door open for Katie, as they reached the first floor landing.
“No. Tell me what?”
“I’m a model too. She wants two people.”
The guy’s face changed and he looked at Katie as if she had grown a third arm.
“Oh! What? You mean a nude model?”
“Yes, of course!”
“But… but you’re a girl.”
Katie laughed, sweeping her long auburn hair away from her face.
“Last time I looked!”
“No, she never said. Are you a fire woman or something?”
“Not something. I am a fire woman, well a trainee one.”
He looked impressed and looked Katie up and down, though her figure was fairly androgynous in her uniform.
“OK. Well, I’m Matt. I guess I’ll see you in a bit.”
“Yeah, I’m Katie! See you later.”
Katie went into the girl’s changing room, but not before she had checked out Matt’s bum. He looked quite fit from what she could make out and seeing him nude would be quite an eye opener, she thought. She had formed the impression that Matt was a little shy, though he was doing this, so he couldn’t be that shy.
Katie changed out of her uniform and into the crisp, clean white robe that had been provided and she made her way to the studio, which was down the corridor. She knocked and a woman, who she assumed was Maggie, beckoned her to enter.
A few ladies were setting up seven easels arranged in a rather random fashion. Next to each was a little stand with a pot of water and a selection of brushes. One or two of the women looked up as Katie entered and smiled. There was a sort of wooden plinth at the front of the studio and Maggie invited Katie to sit down, while everyone prepared for the class.
After a few minutes, Matt entered and padded through the studio in his bare feet, acknowledging the art students in a ‘let’s get on with it’ attitude. Katie thought he didn’t want to be there, but like her, she figured he needed the cash.
“You’ve been here before then? asked Katie.
“Third week. This is the last one for this group, and then another lot start next week.”
“Ah, you can show me the ropes then!”
“Yeah, there’s not much to it. Well not until…”
“Until what?” asked Katie.
“You. I mean, you’re a little bit hot.”
Katie furrowed her brow and gave a little giggle.
“Only a little bit?”
“You know what I mean. Getting your kit off in front of randoms. I was out of my comfort zone. I got used to it.”
“But?”
“But…”
Matt’s reply was interrupted by Maggie, who introduced Katie to her students.
“So for our final class, I’ve enrolled a female model, in order for you to appreciate the different challenges posed by the female form.”
Maggie had a rather fruity, well-spoken voice and appeared a little condescending, Katie thought.
“As usual we have Matt, for those of you who want to complete their male studies.”
Maggie turned her attention to the two models, who were seated, listening.
“OK, if you would like to disrobe please, we will allow the students to continue their work.”
Katie stood up and noticed that Matt was glancing at her from the corner of his eyes, as if she was about to attack him. She pulled the cord on her robe and she stepped out of it, placing the garment on her chair. Katie had up-tilted breasts and her nipples rosy pink, her areola slightly puffy. Her tummy was toned, leading the eye downwards to her fully shaved pussy and slim, but shapely hips. Her labia were like two newly emerged rose petals, a rich light crimson, contrasting with her marble white flesh. She looked across at Matt purposefully, her eyes immediately drawn to his penis, which was flaccid but thick and uncircumcised. Her eyes wandered across his skin, which was taught and half a shade darker than hers. His abs were defined with six little pistons, rippling beneath the surface. His hips were sculptured, supporting his legs, which were sturdy and beset with muscle.
“Notice the smooth lines of the female form, in comparison with the busy detail of the male,” said Maggie, admiring her two models, artistically.
“Take care to get the proportions of her breasts correct, emphasising them a little with the weight of your brush strokes,” she continued. “The hips also, are important in defining the feminine figure, when we portray her.”
The models were asked to change position a few times and it enabled Katie to get a good view of Matt from every angle. She noticed how he barely looked at her directly, but afforded her the odd glance. It was warm in the studio and Katie was relaxed. She didn’t feel as awkward as she thought she might. She deduced that her presence though, was causing Matt some difficulties.
These were about to become worse.
“If you don’t mind, could you stand a little closer, for better comparison?” requested Maggie.
For the first time, Matt looked squarely at Katie and gulped. Katie did a little shrug of the shoulders and stepped a couple of feet nearer to Matt. She noticed he was looking at her, his mouth open slightly and it was obvious he was caught in some sort of erotic day dream.
“Are you good with that Matt?” said Maggie, a little impatiently. “Join Katie in the middle of the lectern, if you please.”
“Wha… oh yeah.”
Matt’s eyes were everywhere as he moved closer to Katie. Katie looked at him admiringly and reassured him.
“I don’t bite, Matt,” she said softly.
Maggie turned her attention to her art students and walked from easel to easel, making the occasional constructive comment. Mostly, she just nodded, with her hand on her chin.
“Are there any questions at this point, class?” she asked, when she had resumed her position at the side.
There was a long pause and then a blonde girl put her hand up.
“Yes, Sally.”
“There is one thing.